First Bolt Shell: Legion of One

[greyerrant]

Characters: Garviel and you
Setting: Multiple floors
Format: Prose
Summary: Garviel wanders the tower doing various things including kicking butt
Warnings: Anything is possible including a heck of a lot of violence. Definitely descriptions of blood and war.



Floor Fifty-Six:

A huge armored figure is wandering the strange hospital ward, as if seeking something he has forgotten. He calls a name every now and then.
"Ferrus? Samus? Aqua? Nikolai? Arturia?"

Nothing but silence greets him. Lights flicker as he moves from room to room, a grey ghost of a battle that was fought in this very tower, and on a thousand other worlds as well. And yet... there is something plaintive in the sounds of the names he calls out in this place.

Floor Sixty-Seven (NIGHT)
The strange twining staircase has become a veritable waterfall of gore, blood and ichor slicking the steps from iron to light in all hues as the sound of battle crashes higher up. It would appear Cerberus set upon a band of orcs at night, or the band set on him, and he decided to single-handedly re-enact the battle of Ullanor. He holds one aloft, just over the edge of the stairs, his armor scarred by their cleavers and bows, then casts it down, smashing it into a pulpy, broken mass onto the stairs itself. His armored chest heaves, and he turns, growling in an almost-feral manner as he continues his ascent. Dare you approach?

Floor Twenty-Five: The grey knight stands vigil in the meadow, his massive form suggesting a grim sentinel in an otherwise beautiful place. He appears to be... shocked by it. Completely at a loss of what to do in a place of undespoiled natural beauty which has not been touched by war.

Floor Fifteen: A pale-skinned man one size too large to be human appears to be working dents out of a breastplate using the tools available in the workshop, hammering away at them in a less then adept manner. It would seem he has only enough skill to effect the most basic repairs on his own armor. Care to offer him some advice?

Comments

[greyerrant]

"I will purge all that I find, yes. They have been the foes of humanity since we first came to the stars."

He pauses, turning to her, blood dripping from his fingers and splattered over his chest, turning the grey warrior an incarnadine color.

"I am not tired. I can fight for up to a week with minimal ill effects, as long as I am supplied with food."

He pauses for a moment, as if weighing his words, then says,

"Thank you for the expression of concern, Mamzel, but this is my duty."

[angramaintsu]

"Well, food isn't all that easy to come by here." Rin voices the concern easily as she waggles a finger. "Right now all we have are those gross nutrition bars and don't tell me those are enough to power your, um, your whatever it is that lets you fight for a week."

Geez, an entire week? Not even a Servant can do that.

[greyerrant]

"I, ah, have a wider ability to eat than most. Any organic matter will do."

He will leave it at that, so that hopefully rin won't make the conclusion that he was going to eat the orcs if all else failed.

"Gross nutrition bars? They seemed acceptable to me, but we're used to eating a nutrient broth on a slab of protein enriched bread, so that is pretty standard for the Legions."

[angramaintsu]

"Gross, you're going to dispose of these bodies that way?"

She makes that assumption right away. "I guess the bars would be dessert for you then. Nasty."

[greyerrant]

"I do as I must to fulfill my duty. I'd prefer something other than consuming the flesh of Xeno-breeds if it were available, however."

He looks back at the dead orcs. "I suggest burning the corpses, or we'll be seeing more of them in the future, now that I think of it. Do you know where there is a source of promethium, or even a torch to be had?"

[angramaintsu]

"There's no point to it." Sighing as though it might dismiss the topic easier. "They will continue to come. The monsters are never-ending like many of the things in this tower."

Sometimes though, you've just got to appease them. Raising a hand, flame snaps to life along her fingers.

"I'll handle it this time if you like."

[greyerrant]

"Sorcery!" Loken blurts, surprised and obviously on edge, then he slowly, slowly reverts to a less aggressive state, remembering Amberley's advice.

"I mean... a psyker emanation." He looks at her hand for a moment, then nods.

"By all means, burn them."

[angramaintsu]

"No, this isn't sorcery or a psyker emanation." Whatever that last one was, Rin's sure that this was anything but. "This is called magecraft and if you want to earn my favor in this place, you'll actually call it that. Referring to it as anything else is an insult and magic is outright wrong."

Without hesitation, the fire bursts forth from her palms as though it were a flamethrower itself for the bodies. After a couple seconds of pure channeled flame, she draws back her arm free of burns.

"It'll start to stink here soon."

[greyerrant]

Loken says nothing, staring suspiciously at the arm for a moment, and nods, taking some time to finally respond,

"It matches with Pyrokine abilities I've seen some of the Librarius manifest."

He looks at the bodies, and looks back to Rin, and says, "Do you wish to move, then?"

[angramaintsu]

"We can move if you want, but you're going to have to explain what you just said. I'm kind of a nosy one, you know."

Putting him on the spot as she motions for him to follow, Rin surprisingly turns her back to him. Red eyes, white hair, and a faint of evil should he be able to pick up on the supernatural. She's no ordinary girl, but she has no qualms in exposing herself to a potential enemy.

A lack of fear, maybe?

"So this Librarius manifest--what is it?"

[greyerrant]

The red eyes and white hair are completely unsurprising to him, living in a time of massive gene-alteration and genetic mutation. It doesn't even provoke a twitch. That whiff of evil.... however. That bothers him. Like the reek of chaos, the hunter in him claws past his inherent reserve and he consciously restrains the impulse to reach out and throttle her from behind. Information is more important than a purge, at least for the moment, so he restrains his righteous anger.

"Psyker abilities. Fire manipulation. Divination. Astropathy, electrokinesis, and other, more suble arts that might seem to be... sky magick. The Emperor forbade his Astartes from using them because of the dangers of corruption or... well, worse things, as we have learned."